The fifteenth day of the lunar month is coming, and the Daxing at the end of the year always seems to be extremely lively, and the early morning is still the night sky, only an extraordinarily bright star hangs in the sky, flickering slightly. The snow seemed to never end, and it was dense and blurred people's eyes.

The palace people in thick winter coats were already holding brooms and carrying buckets of hot water, while sweeping the snow piled up on the roadside, while scooping up a scoop of hot water to melt the snow.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves gradually sounded closer and closer outside the closed south gate, and the guards guarding behind the door paused slightly, listened intently, and then heard the neighing of horses have stopped outside the door.

"Liaodong Eight Hundred Miles Express!"

An urgent and deep voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, and the guard guarding the door immediately turned to a cold body when he heard the sound, and then saw a sealed express coming from a small door the size of a palm opened on the south gate.

There is no need to think about it, just look at this urgent delivery to know that something big must have happened in Liaodong. The guard didn't dare to be sloppy, and hurriedly walked towards the official on duty not far away.

According to the rules of the ancestors, the gate of Miyagi was locked at night, and the lock was not opened until the second day, and no one was allowed to enter and leave at will. But when it comes to all the extremely critical and important things, such rules will inevitably delay time, so from the time of Taizu opened a small door at the south gate that can only deliver urgent letters, and the officials guarding this gate are only responsible for delivering urgent mail to the emperor.

At this time, a cold wind blew, which can be described as dripping into ice. Candles burn on the carved stone seats on both sides of the road, and the gentle shadow of light gauze sways slightly.

Just when the soldier delivering the letter outside the door was sweating hotly and was about to bang on the door with his fist, he suddenly heard the sound of hurried and messy footsteps behind the door.

I saw an official hurriedly trotting over, while holding the officer's hat, when he ran closer, he could see that the corner of this person's forehead was condensed with dense beads of sweat, obviously he couldn't stop panting, but he didn't dare to delay at all to take the express from the small door, and turned around and ran without saying a word: "You guys are guarding here, I'll go to the Qianqing Palace." ”

Before the words were finished, the people had already run away.

As soon as the letter in his hand was withdrawn, the soldier who came all the way with a loose horse was like a kite with a loose string, and he sat down on the ground, gasping for breath, and he was exhausted to the extreme.

Outside the Qianqing Palace, it was quiet and peaceful, and the palace people standing outside the corridor were standing there in a regular manner, and no matter how cold the wind and snow were, they did not lose their appearance at all.

At this moment, a swaying light and shadow gradually appeared in front of their eyes, curious, they couldn't help but stretch forward, squinted slightly, and saw the sweaty South Gate officials hurriedly ran over, so fast that they couldn't even keep up with the inner attendant who carried the lantern behind them, they couldn't help but feel a little more energetic, and straightened their bodies even more, sniffing out a little different atmosphere from it.

"Go and invite Master. ”

Feng Wei's apprentice Lingbao had already heard the sound at this moment, and walked out lightly and quickly, seeing that someone was approaching, he immediately leaned over to a small chamberlain beside him and quietly commanded. The waiter didn't dare to delay when he heard this, so he nodded quickly and quietly retreated, and walked towards Feng Wei's bedroom with more neat legs and feet.

"Liaodong 800 miles of urgent delivery, please Linggong Gong to present it on your behalf!"

When the official approached, he could see his court clothes soaked with sweat, and hearing this nervous and serious voice, Lingbao immediately walked down the steps, carefully took the letter with both hands, and then asked in a low voice, "What about the person who delivered the letter?" ”

Hearing this, the official hurriedly raised his head and said, "It's still outside the south gate." ”

Lingbao nodded, then said no more, and instead walked inside, and instructed the waiter outside: "Go and ask your lord to drink tea in the side room for a while, Your Majesty will inevitably summon you in a while." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lingbao had already pushed the door and walked in, and the door of the hall was immediately slammed shut, and the attendant outside the door hurriedly and respectfully invited the official to go to the side room to wait.

Walking into the hall, it is the baking heat, wrapped in the smell of ambergris. Lingbao quickened his pace and walked towards Emperor Jianheng's dormitory.

Because of the war in Liaodong, it is now the New Year, and there are inevitably many more big and small things, so Emperor Jianheng will stay up late at night every time he reads the tickets, which is inevitably a little difficult for Emperor Jianheng, who is about to reach the age of knowing the mandate of heaven.

So these days, Emperor Jianheng has stayed in the Qianqing Palace to sleep, and the harem has not been set foot for more than a month.

The more he walked inside, the more solemn and cautious Lingbao became, when he walked to the dormitory, through the layers of bright yellow curtains, he could see that Emperor Jianheng was still sleeping behind the bed curtains, and the sound of gentle breathing made him dare not disturb easily.

But in the matter of Liaodong, he did not dare to delay.

Thinking of this, Lingbao's frowning brows relaxed slightly, and then he crept in, through the last curtain, stopped solemnly, and said tentatively in a very small voice: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

"What?"

The emperor's misty and impatient voice suddenly sounded, which made Lingbao's heart skip a beat, and he swallowed his saliva and said more respectfully: "Disturb Your Majesty, the slave is guilty of death-"

Lingbao knelt down, and at the same time presented the express delivery to his forehead with both hands, and said with low eyebrows: "Your Majesty, the express delivery of eight hundred miles from Liaodong has come from the south gate." ”

There was only silence in the hall for a moment, and then Lingbao heard the sound of the emperor sitting up suddenly, and the next moment, Emperor Jianheng, who was wearing bright yellow bedclothes, didn't even have time to put on his coat, so he opened the curtain and walked out of his shoes in a daze, almost taking the urgent delivery from Lingbao's hand.

The sound of the envelope tearing rang out, and Lingbao, who was kneeling and bowing his head, saw the torn confetti falling on the carpet like snowflakes, and the sound of the letter being unfolded gradually followed.

In the flipping of his fingertips, Emperor Jianheng's gaze fell tightly on the urgency, and when he looked down, the more ugly his face became, like a thunderstorm that would pour at any time under the gradually overturning black clouds.

"Where's the courier!"

Emperor Jianheng sank suddenly, and the cold and terrifying voice made Lingbao shake slightly, and then said more cautiously: "Back to Your Majesty, the officials at the south gate said that people are still waiting outside the south gate——"

"Bring it to my generals!"

Before Lingbao's words were finished, he was startled by Emperor Jianheng's almost angry tone, but when he reacted, he was a little panicked.

According to the rules of the ancestors, the door of this palace was not allowed to be opened before the time came, but at this moment the emperor asked him to bring people.

Seeing that Lingbao was sweating profusely there, and he didn't know what to do, Emperor Jianheng's eyes were already full of cold chills.

"Your Majesty commanded, why don't you go quickly?"

A stern and slightly critical voice suddenly sounded, but Lingbao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, only to see Feng Wei already walking in neatly dressed and bowing respectfully to Emperor Jianheng.

Emperor Jianheng took back the words that came to his mouth, Feng Wei turned to Lingbao and said: "Please go to the south gate of Your Majesty's palace card and let people go, the rules are dead, people are alive, and the major events in Liaodong have been delayed, how many heads do you have to deal with?"

Hearing the master's scolding, Lingbao suddenly felt that the six gods had a master, he knew that the master was leaving him with his life, and it was better for the master to open his mouth to scold than His Majesty to condemn him, not to mention that the master seemed to be angry, but in fact, he showed him a way.

When Lingbao heard this, he was immediately grateful and almost didn't squeeze out his tears, and hurriedly said: "The slave should die, the slave and the maid will go." ”

As soon as he had said that, he had withdrawn with great ease.

"Your Majesty, the slave and maid are waiting for you to change your clothes. ”

The silence was so terrifying that the hall suddenly remembered Feng Wei's gentle and calm voice, and Emperor Jianheng seemed to have gradually calmed down, but his face was even darker and more terrifying.

"Hmm. ”

Feng Wei helped Emperor Jianheng to change his clothes, and when his eyes fell on the urgent delivery that Emperor Jianheng had tightly pinched in his hand, the corners of his lips flashed with a completely imperceptible arc.

This time, it seems that it is another bloodbath.